Let me tell you a little bit about me. When my great adventure began, I was young (age 25) and not very experienced. Oh, I had sex any number of times, in a number of different ways, but I never felt the wild excitement in actually doing those things that I imagined in advance. I had a million different, very kinky fantasies, things that I really wanted to do but was afraid to try, even if I had the opportunity to try) which I really didn't have. Mostly, my fantasies involved me as a sort of slave girl, captured by some strong individual. Some days, I imagined my master to be a male and someti… 続きを読む

Now that i knew my place as the owner of both the slut wife, and her sissy husband, work became much very interesting. My amount of time doing my previous tasks decreased, and much of the time I spent running "errands" with the wife. She would give me the husbands keys to the brand new mercedes and i would take her places like the post office, although there were a lot of "quick stops" along the way. The trips usually changed direction after she would pull my cock out of my pants as i was driving and begin to tenderly suck it, at which point i would start to steer the car towards their… 続きを読む

not long after i turned 18 i got a summer job at an office not far from my house. it was owned and run by a couple that was probably 25 years my senior. the husband did the majority of the work, but his wife was in frequently and had a room to herself to be part bookkeeper part receptionist. she was gorgeous. she had large beautiful natural breasts and a body to die for.. the definition of a hotwife. being young and horny, i always fantasized about her however i was always conscious of the boss not far away. one day she called me into her personal office and she was dressed in very hot b… 続きを読む

I try to open my eyes but all I see is darkness, blindfolded I'm guessing. I never heard them come in, normally I'm a very light sleeper but for some reason I didn't wake up until I was bound, gagged and blindfolded. I could feel the ropes around my wrists and ankles, the ropes were soft so at least my captors were considerate by not using the harsh nylon stuff. The only thing I can hear is whispers because the music they have playing is drowning out any sound, probably to muffle any screams that may escape my lips, as if I could scream anyway with the gag in my mouth. New thought, the gag… 続きを読む